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Cover of Lullabies for Grown-Ups

Album · 2010

Lullabies for Grown-Ups

by Thomas Averill

Bedtime songs written for pupils, rewritten for the people who tuck them in.

Tracks

  1. 1. Kettle on the WindowsillThis was the first one I wrote after leaving school for the day. It's just the hour when grey light creeps in and the kettle starts to think about itself.parlour folk, lullaby folk3:41
  2. 2. The Hallway ClockMy grandfather wound that clock every Sunday, and I can still hear it. I tried to make the piano tick the way it did.parlour piano, nostalgic folk4:16
  3. 3. The Stone Wall in SpringThe one that sounds like a classroom singalong, because it nearly was. Stones fall off walls and spring carries on anyway.singalong folk, bright folk-pop3:23
  4. 4. Fog on the FootpathA walk to the bus stop in thick fog, turned into a hush. I sang it very close to the microphone.pastoral folk, hushed folk2:59
  5. 5. Mending the GateA gate that has been broken for a year is a small, honest thing to write about. I never did fix it.domestic folk, gentle singer-songwriter4:23
  6. 6. Leave a Light for the Late TrainI used to wait for the last train with a bag of marking. It always arrived like a tired animal.night-train folk, quiet singer-songwriter3:49
  7. 7. The Man Who Carried My CaseA true story about a stranger who lifted my case up a flight of stairs and vanished. I never thanked him properly, so this is the thank you.story-song, warm acoustic3:35
  8. 8. Ask Me in the MorningThe title track in spirit. It's what I'd say to anyone who has been holding the whole day up by themselves.lullaby folk, hushed ballad5:42
  9. 9. The Last Long Light of AugustThe swifts leave and the evenings go gold. I wrote it in the garden with my coat over my knees.autumn folk, nostalgic acoustic5:25
  10. 10. Rolling Down the Valley RoadWe needed one song with a bit of pace so the grown-ups wouldn't all nod off at once. Window down, hedges going by.road folk, easy acoustic4:07

Liner notes

I recorded this in the back room with the curtains drawn and a borrowed upright piano that had never quite forgiven its last owner. Most of these began as little songs for the end-of-term assembly, and I kept the plain tunes but changed the words so the grown-ups in the back row might feel looked after too. I never expected anyone outside the school hall to hear it. If you fall asleep before the last song, I'll take that as the highest compliment.

Thomas Averill